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My grandfather never called me by my English name. He liked to call me Yellow Feather in Pomo language. He said a yellow feather fell on his feet as he held me for the first time in his arms.
"Oh, how I miss watching yellow birds flying in Talahalusi, the beautiful land," Grandpa would tear up every time he remembered my birth in Napa Valley.
Then, he would talk about the wooden baskets he wove as I left him at the balcony and went to school. "Your grandmother's baskets were always more beautiful," he would say. My grandfather always looked curiously at my phone and wished I would pay attention to the birds instead.
We had moved from Napa Valley years ago, and now my grandfather was staying with us. Although he had brought his basket making materials with him, they lay mostly unwoven in his room. He spent much of his time sitting on the bench in the backyard.
I pressed my nose to the kitchen window, fogging the glass with my breath as I watched him sitting straight and stiff on the bench. On an impulse, I slid open the back door. Leaving my phone by the back door, I walked out and sat beside him on the bench.
He didn't acknowledge me, although I felt the flick of his gaze on me as I stared out at the woods that sheltered the span of land behind our house. It was nothing like the rolling green valleys I remembered from Napa, and I suddenly realized he was homesick. Not only that, but I began to feel a longing for Napa that I couldn't account for, a yearning that sang through my veins. A bird sand a sweet song from a nearby tree, and my grandfather tilted his head and smiled a little.
"You can hear that, Yellow Feather, now that you don't have your phone," he said with a chuckle.
For the first time, I realized that he held the key to a world that I needed to know about.
"Grandfather, will you teach me our history?" I said.
I could tell my question had caught him off guard, but he merely nodded, squeezing my hand as we listened to the birdsong.
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How does Yellow Feather change during the story?
A.
He becomes interested in learning about birds.
B.
He becomes less interested in the past.
C.
He becomes more attached to the modern world.
D.
He becomes more appreciative of his grandfather.
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